For my first Writing Wednesday, I took a broad approach to offer suggestions for writers with diverse interests. This week’s prompts cover various topics and genres (though you can always adapt them to fit your preferred genre).
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Writing Prompts
- General Fiction: As I lay in bed awake, I heard voices from downstairs. No one should be here. I carefully tiptoed down the hall, grabbing a broom on the way. No one was supposed to know where I live anymore. Crash. Who on Earth would want to bother me in the middle of the night? And why were they making such an obvious racket?
- Animal POV (Hamster): Nibbles couldn’t take his eyes off the cat. Sir Cuddlepuff, who rarely moved, had recently started sneaking off in the middle of the day. Though Nibbles felt safe behind his caged walls, he wondered what Sir Cuddlepuff was up to and why he suddenly wanted to go outside.
- Fantasy: Elara had been journeying through the ancient forest for what felt like ages. Supposedly, a tree of knowledge was hidden among the dense canopy, but after touching what seemed like her thousandth tree, she began to think this might be a fool’s errand. Her feet throbbed with blisters, so she sat against a large oak to tend to her injuries. Suddenly, she felt herself falling backward, as if she were being pulled into the heart of the tree itself.
- Romance: Sophie sat at the edge of the masquerade ball, wearing a purple peacock mask and wishing she had stayed home to read. While watching the dance floor, a man in a penguin mask blocked her view and asked her to dance. Sophie wasn’t one for dancing, but something about his tone, or perhaps her desire to avoid spending the entire night in the corner, compelled her to stand. As Mr. Penguin Mask guided her and chatted about the night, Sophie felt her heart pounding in anticipation.
- Science Fiction: The moment Simon’s hand touched the ancient carved stone, he felt a sudden force yank him through a rushing wind tunnel. When he regained his footing, he found himself facing a group of people in traditional attire, all staring at him. Simon tried to introduce himself, but they couldn’t understand him and were speaking in a completely different language. Noticing that the stone he was now touching had only a fraction of the carvings compared to the one in the museum, Simon realized he must have traveled back in time. But he had no idea how to get back home.
- Thriller: The storm raged, with a tornado looming in the distance. As Clive drove home, the broadcasters urged all drivers to take shelter in the nearest building. Clive complied and ended up in a small-town convenience store. The manager directed him to a cellar where, instead of finding shoppers taking refuge from the tornado, Clive discovered a dozen people at various stages of starvation. Before he could react, the door was slammed shut behind him, locking him inside.
- Mystery: Mrs. Gamboni had always been a recluse, so no one particularly missed her when she passed away. When Charity’s mother volunteered her to clean out the dilapidated house, she expected to find mostly knitting needles and books. What she did not anticipate was discovering a room filled with newspaper clippings, photographs, and old files related to a series of unsolved crimes spanning several decades.
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Happy writing!
B.R. Quinn
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